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 Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 12:32 am
The talking had helped a bit. The ‘date’ had helped a bit, and finally Raven was pretty sure she knew what to do. Pretty sure. Though of course, any choice right now could just be the wrong one in disguise…but she had given it a fair few amount of days…and she was pretty sure she had cooled off…at least a little bit.
She had thought long and hard about what the text message would say, and finally she decided that a text message wasn’t the way to go about this. A text message gave both parties too much time to think. She was just going to have to get her hands dirty with this one, and so she did.
First she nabbed the engagement rign from her sock drawer and looked at it for a long while, putting it on and then taking it back off of her finger, sighing slightly. It was so pretty…
After pocketing it, Raven left her house, walking the whole way to Jetts, starting to agonize more and more with each step she took. What if things didn’t go the way she wanted them to? Was she really prepared to lose him forever?
Finally, after what seemed like the walk of a life time, the blonde reached the house, then made the biggest reach of all.
The reach to knock on the door. And knock she did.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 12:49 am
For a long moment, no one answered the door. Jett's car was in the driveway, though there were no lights on in the house. Seconds passed, though it was well before a minute there was a click from behind the door. He was slow to open the door, though he'd been rather sluggish the past few days. He might have moved quicker had he known it was Raven on his doorstep.
Needless to say, he was surprised to find her; his eyes locked on hers. His face remained unchanged, though his eyes flashed. "Raven," he greeted, and while he sounded a bit hopeful, his voice was quiet and his tone short.
He shifted positions in the doorway and stood up a bit straighter, though it did little to give him more of a presence. He was dressed like he'd only recently rolled out of bed; his hair was still tied up.
There were a lot of things he wanted to say, though nothing seemed right. He didn't know what she wanted to hear or what would set her off, so he started with something simple. "You look well."
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 12:53 am
Raven swallowed, giving a feeble, “Hi…” Damn. Was she even really ready for this? Her hand slid into her pocket, clutching onto the engagement ring rather tightly. “I um. I thought that you and I should talk.” I’ve missed you terribly, you jackass…
She did look good though. She had spent a good long time preparing for this and she looked like she was ready to go to the most fancy five star restaurant in the world. She looked like a million bucks. Maybe even two.
“I know I look good…I worked hard at it…and you…” The blonde paused then shrugged, finally averting her eyes. “…You’re still as handsome as ever. Even if you do kind of look like hell.”
No, no, no. This wasn’t at all how she had planed it. She was supposed to go in, firm and demanding, pressuring him to make the choice between the DMC and herself…but right now…
Right now she just wanted to cuddle.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 12:58 am
"Thanks," he said, still sounding a bit sore. "I feel it."
He felt like he'd been to hell and back. Though the majority of the soreness had faded from the night before, he had more than a fair share of cuts and bruises that were a little too slow to heal.
He still wasn't sure what to expect from her, but so far she hadn't drawn out a knife. That was a plus.
"I would have gotten dressed up if I'd known you were company. I wasn't exactly expecting visitors. Do you want to come in or something or are you fine out there?" he asked, shifting positions once more so he could rest against the doorframe to make himself more comfortable.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 1:03 am
“I um…” She shrugged. “Whatever’s better for you…but I tell you my hair will deflate if we’re out here for too long…either that or it’ll start frizzing up…and I’ll look like some crazy farm girl…”
Raven was rambling now and it was kind of embarrassing. “I just…wanted to talk to you about…about whatever’s going to happen with us…and I was going to text, but I didn’t want…I didn’t want to think about it for too long. I guess I didn’t want to get angry. Again…”
Her hand clutched around the ring and she looked away again, eyes on the green grass around his house. This was stupid. She shouldn’t have come. Why was she feeling so insecure now of all times? Shouldn’t there be some sort of law against this?
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 1:09 am
She wanted to talk to him about them.
And she was willing to come into his house?
There was no denying that a part of Jett was still bitter about the whole ordeal, but he hadn't given up hope on her yet. He was close, but he had been holding out. Stepping aside, he gestured for her to come in. "You can come in and say whatever you want to say. Mom's not here, won't be back until the weekend and I don't exactly have any plans lined up so take your time."
Except, not really. Say it quickly. He could feel the lump in his chest, and no matter how he tried to shove it away he felt it—and his heart pounding in his chest. Playing nonchalant was one thing, but he couldn’t hold up the act for very long if his heart exploded.
"What's on your mind?" he asked in a voice far steadier than he thought he'd be able to supply. There was no anger or worry in his voice, not because he felt none but because he was trying very hard to keep emotions out of this.
She was here for a reason. He wanted to know what it was.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 9:38 am
Raven attempted a smile, she really did, and she hoped that it translated a little bit. Finally she walked past him, going into the house and bee lining right for the couch. It took only a moment for her to flop onto it and she looked up at Jett, trying yet again to smile. This time she felt for sure that it was nothing more than a grimace.
It took a long moment, but when she realized she had set this up and she had to make the first words in the conversation, she did. “I miss you…”
It was strange, just how difficult those two words could be. Difficult on her pride, maybe more so than everything. But they were the truth. That much was sure.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 9:43 am
A part of Jett was still very guarded; he wanted to believe that this was Raven's attempt at an apology—her attempt to make better everything that had gone wrong the other night. She seemed candid enough, if not a bit awkward. He wanted to relax, but he couldn't.
Casually he took a seat across from her, giving her words time to sink in. "Miss you too," he finally said. It was the truth, after all. In the past few days he'd realized just how dependent he'd become on her in this relationship. He hadn't had anyone to call or text; he'd been mostly be himself. Conversations seemed stale. All he could think about was her. Everything made him think of her.
He had often tried to brush her from his mind, but all efforts were in vain. Even now, he wasn't entirely sure if he was still dreaming.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 9:50 am
Raven’s hand was still in her pocket, fiddling madly with the ring in there. It was itching to be put back on her finger, and she was itching to put it back on as well. “Jett…I just…” She swallowed, flopping back against the couch. “I’m no good at this. I had everything planned out with what to say…and now I can’t remember any of it…”
She kept her eyes closed, resting on the couch, sighing slightly. “Why can’t you and I just run away…? We can leave the city and go to Paris…or something. London, I don’t care. Europe…or hell, just to Florida or Vermont or some dumb place like that…”
The blonde opened an eye, looking at him. “We can even take your mom and her boyfriend…it’ll be great…or we could go to Hawaii…explore things and see lots of rainbows…”
She was holding tight to the ring now, eyes both opened and staring at Jett. Hoping for the best. Hoping against hope for the best.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 9:58 am
Time seemed to pass slowly again; each second felt like three. Jett wasn't sure what to make of anything right now—especially Raven's request. Leave. She wanted to leave. Leave Destiny City.
For how long?
Raven made it sound like forever.
And for as luxurious as it might have sounded—to get an escape, take some time away from everything going on here…he couldn't imagine it. He'd spent his whole life in Destiny City. Sans a few brief exceptions here and there, all of his memories—good and bad—were here. And Jett was attached to this place.
Not just for the Dark Mirror Court, but for everything.
The word 'boyfriend' didn't even seem to register until he was about to speak and then he blinked and sat up straight.
"Boyfriend? What boyfriend?"
His mother didn't have a boyfriend. Had Raven hit her head or something? They were here to talk about them, not some imaginary boyfriend of his mother's.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 10:05 am
Of all the things for Jett to say, honestly Raven was expecting a flat out ‘No, get the hell out of my house.’ When the only thing he touched on was his mother’s boyfriend however, Raven felt her cheeks heat up. Hadn’t his mother told him yet? It had been what, two weeks since they had spoken? Oh damn.
She shook her head. “Nevermind…Just…What do you say…? Can we leave? Can we get away from this awful place…? I want to start over…and I want to be with you, just you. Can’t we just go and leave our stupid powered lives behind? Leave this stupid pointless war behind?”
Raven was sitting up now, looking at Jett as best she could. He had to know this war was pointless. That the Dark Mirror Court was pointless. What was their goal? Did they have one? No. They were flunkies expected to bow at the sight of their damn MIA queen, and now that…
Well. Whatever. Raven wouldn’t bow. She wouldn’t bow to anyone.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 10:14 am
Okay, so. First thing on today's list of things to do: Call his mother.
Jett did not like the reaction or response he'd gotten from Raven, and while he very much wanted to demand what the hell she knew that he didn't—what she and apparently his mother had been keeping from him…
Oh, hell. He had better things to worry about than what his mother was doing.
He had his own relationship to worry about.
"Raven," he said, perhaps only to buy a few seconds to better uniform his thoughts. "I'm not exactly sure what you're asking. You want me to pick up everything and leave? Because…you're not just asking me to give up our powered lives…you want me to give up my schooling, my job, my friends? To move somewhere across the country, where neither of us have ever been? What about you? You're totally fine just…leaving everything behind?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 10:40 am
Raven sighed, shrugging. “I don’t know…I just…” She looked down, finally sighing heavily and flopping against the couch again, slumping. “Would you give up your powered life then? And we can stay here…? I just…would you give it up for me…?”
Her voice had grown soft and she seemed unsure. It was the question she was burning to ask, but to be honest, she was scared to death of what his answer would be.
She thought that by now the ring might have broken through the skin of her finger she was squeezing it so hard.
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 10:44 am
Give up your powered life.
Give it up?
Jett didn't like to give anything up.
He leaned back against the couch, watching Raven. Scrutinizing.
She was asking him to give something else up.
Something that he had clung to; something that kept him going regardless of whatever else was in store. Something he enjoyed. Something he lived for.
Something he wasn't sure what he'd do without.
It was like giving up a career you'd spent years exhausting yourself for. Like giving up super powers.
He considered, for a long moment. Pros and cons. Yes and no.
He did not have a solid answer for her, and instead hunched forward a bit, taking a more relaxed posture. Resting his elbows on his knees, he laced his fingers together and looked at her.
"Can I ask why? Or what it is that you're so afraid of?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 12, 2013 10:49 am
She was quiet for a moment, then looked back to him. “I suppose…I’m afraid of you. I’m terrified now that you’ve become…essentially Ares. With the things I’ve heard about Ares…Jett. I don’t want you to be like that. I don’t want you to…to have the ability to unmake us? To kill us? I just…Why? What’s the point of doing what we do…”
Raven slumped a little. “What are you even fighting for…Is it just the power you like? There’s not even a point…There hasn’t been a point for me for a long time…And I just…I can’t. And knowing you’re out there…and you can be getting more and more twisted…Don’t you remember that ambush thing? With Leto and Requiem just snapping necks left and right? How long before you start doing that? How long before you turn as cold and horrible as they are…As Ares was…Jett. I’m just scared. I don’t want…I don’t want that. I just want to be married to you and…and to start a family and a real life. A real life away from all of this stuff…”
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